Wife For Faith

Chapter 57

"Tell me why?"

"No, kok. Abi was just thinking something."

"Oh."

"Just oh?" Aiman almost set his foot on the brake pedal when he heard the wife so lightly just boozing, while he was dizzy thinking about this important enough thing.

"Well, is something wrong, Bi? Umma, right, just don't know what to ask. Later, if I like a lot of nanya, Abi even do not like." Fatimah looked at her husband with a plain look. He tried not to be too pampered on the affairs of the husband.

Not no matter, but each person also needs space for privacy. What Fatimah did was right.

"You're my wife, honey. You have the right to ask this and that. Anyway, what I'm thinking right now is about you, me, and us, Ummaya."

"About me?" Fatimah pointed at herself, then shriveled in confusion. "Abi want to know about me?"

Aiman shook his head. "No, Honey. But ...," he said hesitantly to explain.

The car driven by Aiman is now parked neatly among the vehicles owned by other teachers. They really left together. There is no prohibition on Aiman and Fatimah leaving together.

"But, what, Bi?" ask Fatimah curiously. "Don't make me wait too long!"

Aiman smiled as the woman who had been quite independent was spoiled. Fatimah did not know if her actions holding the husband's arm made the man more affectionate.

Aiman's hand is now on top of his head. The sweet smile she gave to loved ones. The man had not expected to love Fatimah so quickly.

"I'm sorry before if this question might sound a little off-putting," the guy hesitated a little. "Are you going to keep teaching after this?"

Quiescent. Fatimah suddenly thought of the husband's question. He never thought about what to do after marriage. Because the woman thinks, as long as she can still play an important role in the family, her work is not a problem.

'Is that really what I've been doing all this time?' ask in the heart.

Aiman, who saw the entrenchedness of Fatimah, became saddened. He felt guilty and sorry for asking this question. The man then pulled the wife's hand, then let her catch it.

"Sorry, Ummaya. If you're overwhelmed by my question, you assume you've never heard it!" sergeant Aiman was full of regrets.

"Ummaya," call Aiman like a child asking for attention from his parents.

While the woman was still thinking until she had unconsciously ignored the husband.

"Pig."

"Yes, Ummaya," Aiman replied quickly.

"Can I think first?" he asked with a guilty expression.

Aiman nodded immediately. He would not force the wife to answer his question in passing. After all, the man also did not force for a woman to remain silent in the house.

“I hope my question won't be a burden to you, dear. Especially if you are pregnant now. So, you can't stress. So, if you want something, you can tell me right away. You understand, Ummaya?!”

Fatimah nodded. “Iya, Abi. Ish, it turns out that my husband is also a.”

Fatimah giggled amusedly, then hugged the husband's arm. “Do we not have to go to school, Bi? Suddenly I don't want to be away from you today.”

Aiman growled when his wife so innocently asked to ditch, even though they just stepped out of the car and arrived at the office. So, did he have to obey his wife's impromptu desires, such as round fried tofu impromptu.

However, before the intention was realized, the sound of the entrance bell was already ringing melodiously throughout the school. Cancel Aiman's intention to return home. “Continue, how, dong, Darling? The bell has rung,” he said with a very sincere apology.

“Yes, no matter what, dong, Darling. Anyway, we should keep teaching.” Suddenly the woman had sat away, without even waiting for her husband to open the seat belt, Fatimah had already come out.

“Eh.” Aiman immediately got out of the car, but before that he locked the car first. When he was outside, he called his wife. However, a call from one of his students undoes that intention.

“What's up, Bud?” aiman asked, occasionally glancing at the back of the wife who started to move away from him.

“Begini, Sir.” Explain everything you want to ask. The 17-year-old student also said what tasks they should all do and what not. Because soon they will hold a semester so many students choose to come to the teacher to ask this and that.

“Ok, later I will explain about what makes you confused. But, tell the other students to memorize what I explained yesterday!” aiman Suggestions. He had no hope that his wife was waiting for him because it was obvious that she must have gone to class by herself.

“Good, Sir. Thank ye. Then excuse me.”

Aiman patted Budi on the shoulder, while he scratched the back of his confused hair. Suddenly in his history of teaching, the man felt lazy to set foot into the school and it was all because of Fatimah.

“Oh, God. How can You make me tormented here alone?” The face looked sad and uninspired. His legs stepped into the office room to put the bag, then continued teaching in class 11B.

Fatimah herself during the day taught a little unfocused. Many thoughts that make him become often daydream when in class, as well as in the teacher's room and it was all caught clearly by the husband.

After the teaching hours were over, Aiman waited for Fatimah in his car. He did not want to be a spectacle of other students, after all he preferred to be alone with his wife. After ten minutes of waiting, the awaited finally came.

“Sorry, long wait huh, Bi? Earlier, Ms. Dina asked for a report on the value of her student's child. That's why it's late. You're not angry, are you, Bi?” ask Fatimah streak.

Aiman shook his head, then his hand quickly pulled the wife's face closer. A sweet kiss had landed on Fatimah's lips. “That's you, I'm willing to wait until anytime, Ummaya.”

The diaphragm inside his body was pounding hard again. The blood rippled warmly, the cheeks were burning to the ears. Lucky Fatimah wears a hijab. So, Aiman will never know how much influence the husband has.

“Abi, shy tau!” After being able to control himself, Fatimah patted the husband's shoulder slowly. He was not angry, but ashamed.

“Whose shame, anyway, dear? The glass part of this car is black, so it will never be seen from the outside.”

Ah, it's worth it all this time I don't know. Hopefully, all this time no one's been staring at the windshield of his car. If not, they can die of shame because they have confidently read there and it turns out the car owner is actually watching.

“Abi, I already have the answer.”

“Oh, is this not too fast? Anyway, I'll ask you to think first.”

“Take ice cream, yuk, Bi!”

“You cravings, Umma?”

Fatimah raised her shoulders. “Entahlah. I just mentioned something that was in my mind.”